Maxioms by Elizabeth Bowen
Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent read more
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.
When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
